He Died With His Boots On
The damned feet are still out there. So much to the lazy Salamander approach to dismembered clean-up.
The damned feet are still out there. So much to the lazy Salamander approach to dismembered clean-up.
Fever, chills, nausea, Muscle aches, headache and snot. Influenza sucks.
Which Brady Bunch kid are you most like? I think I’m beginning to get disgusted with myself.
The check-up at Big City Hosptial wasn’t nearly as comprehensive as last year’s, thought there’s a few things they want me to follow up with on my own. They want a more recent MRI on my liver than last summer’s, and I’m supposed to round up a nutritionist for myself to talk to. There was…
Three of us went to the vet clinic tonight. Two of us came home, leaving a large piece of our hearts behind. Sometimes doing the right thing hurts like hell.
I continue to build up stamina post-surgery, but it’s hard to make headway when the heat sucks the stamina right back out of me. When I first got back from the hospital I was falling asleep every couple of hours, but now I seem to have that reduced to a mid-afternoon siesta. I can take…
I hurt too much. I hurt too easily. I’m too brittle to bend any more. I know it’s the drugs. Prednisone did this to me last time, and it’s doing it to me again this time. If I hadn’t been in such physical pain, I would never have taken the pred again. Cessation of the…